You guys enjoy this chapter whilst I deeply ponder over the verses of Kendrick Lamar.

Chapter 2 - Prisoner's Dilemma

Ah, the great desert outdoors.

"Do you smell that, boys?" Jason said to the two coppers escorting him. "That's the sweet smell of environmental pollution." He took in a deep breath and then practically hacked up his lungs when the toxic fumes hit his nostrils. "Beautiful."

"Move your ass Todd," Bellick said from the transport bus, "you can tell us all about it when you get to Fox River."

Fox River. Where even though he would be imprisoned, he'd also finally be free. Jason nodded with a smile and then clambered past Bellick and onto the bus. It was pretty full of orange jumpsuited prisoners, and he just slumped down into the only empty two seater with a breath of refreshment. Then he nodded to some of the prisoners around him happily.

Bellick bounded onto the bus. "Alright kiddies. It's about a twenty minute drive to Fox River and we're not stopping for toilet breaks. So I'm only going to ask once - have you all gone to the toilet already?"

"Wait," Jason said, "you're going to be driving this bus?"

"Yes Todd, I'm a very multi-talented man."

Jason blinked. "You drive the bus."

"And you wear a bucket over your head at nights; what's your point, Todd?"

Jason frowned. "But it's a protective visor."

"Sure as shit looks like a bucket, Todd."

Jason ignored this. "Alright so wait, you were the man who was chasing me for nine years, and also the warden of that holding cell and now also the bus driver?"

"Todd I'm also a proud mother of five." He whipped out his wallet and showed Jason a picture of him smiling with five boys. "My youngest just started university. He was a C-section."

Jason looked between the photo and Bellick. "But how is that even possible …"

"I'm going to drive the bus now Todd," Bellick said slowly, "I hope that's okay with you."

Jason just sort of nod and let Bellick leave towards the front of the bus.

Still, the journey and the accompanying silence was good for Jason's brain. No more Graysons, no more Drakes and most definitely no more Wayne's for the rest of his life. D'you know, it gave him kind of a rush to know that it -

"Hi Jason," Dick said from besides him.

Jason froze. Oh fuck no … it couldn't be him … Jesus no …. Jason mechanically craned his face towards the now occupied seat next to him in horror.

It was Dick Grayson.

"No … no no no …" Jason's hands slapped onto Dick's face to test if he was real, full on stroking all over his face in circles.

Dick was still smiling through Jason's invading hands with one eye closed. "What are you doing?"

Jason couldn't help it, he just burst into tears. Like no self-respect, shameful 'I just ate seven packets of Cherry Bakewells whilst I was on a diet and I'm such a fucking fat disgrace' tears that streamed down his face. Wept like a bitch for about thirty seconds into his hands murmuring 'why' and 'how' over and over again.

"You okay, Jason?" came the voice of Tim Drake from behind him.

Jason bawled even harder at Drake's voice.

Dick put his arm around Jason and held him close. "There there buddy, it's okay."

As if it was some kind of lifeline, Jason clutched Dick's shirt and sobbed into it. "I just want you all to die in a horrible fire. Is that too much to ask?"

"I know buddy, I know. Just let it all out."

Jason sobbed loudly.

Dick patted his hair. "It's okay Jaybird, get it off your chest."

"Call me Jaybird again and I'll punch you in the throat OH GOD WHY ARE YOU HERE …"

Dick just rubbed circles over his back as Jason's tears practically drenched Dick's orange jumpsuit.

"An-and I left you to die," Jason started with a sniff, "and then … and then I got arrested 3,742 miles away from Gotham and then … and then …" Jason clutched onto Dick and bawled even harder. "I stopped following you on Twitter and you still found me!"

"It's okay buddy - also, you forgot to unfriend me on Facebook."

That's okay, that's okay, this whole situation was still redeemable. "Okay," Jason sniffed, "okay, please tell me you at least didn't bring the demon brat -"

"I'm here Todd," came the voice of Damian Wayne.

Alright that was the final straw. Jason leapt over Dick and then smashed himself out the window of the moving bus and bashed across the desert floor. He then sprinted out into the desert in zigzags yelling 'you'll never take me alive' and 'fuck you Grayson!'. He was promptly tased and brought back by two guards. "Fuck," he said, "I was really hoping that would work."

"Nice try Todd," Bellick said as he stepped off the now parked bus, "but you're not going anywhere today. You're going to live with all of these animals for the rest of your life."

Jason sobbed sharply for a second and then his face went straight again.

Bellick adjusted his police hat. "Good thing we were just outside the prison when you decided to eject yourself from a moving vehicle. Now line up! All of you!"

Jason lined up outside the bus as did all the other convicts. Tim stood right next to Jason. "Hi Jason. I really like your jumpsuit."

Jason looked anywhere but at Tim. "Drake," he acknowledged.

"And also I really like those white streaks in your hair."

"Drake we both know I'm too sexy and cool for you to be talking to me right now."

Tim seemed to ignore this. "Also, I love the way you died and came back. It was inspirational. You should write a book."

"Well I already have a book, Drake. It's called 'Jason Todd - the life, loves and consequences of being brutally murdered and then resurrected in the bottom of a cave'."

"Oooh," Tim said like he was a kid at a candy store, "did it do well?"

"It peaked at number two on the New York Times Bestsellers list."

"What was number one?"

Jason levelled him with a deadpan stare. "How the Universe works by Timothy Drake."

There was an awkward silence between them for a while.

"Oh," Tim finally said.

"Yeah."

"Alright welcome to Fox River, you sacks of shit," Bellick said, "your to-be home for the rest of your sentences."

Jason peered across the line at Damian. "Officer, that kid is eleven years old. Why is he here?"

Bellick walked over to Damian and looked down at him.

Damian barely came up to his knee, and he had that badger face on and was staring up at Bellick.

"Todd does have a point," Bellick said with a cocked head.

Just like his father, Damian was emotionless. "I'm twenty seven."

"Your … voice hasn't broken."

Damian just stared up with that badger face still plastered onto his features.

"And …" Bellick continued, "your adult jumpsuit is practically drooping over your shoulders."

"You can check my records." Damian rolled his shoulders. "It's all on there."

Bellick practically snatched Damian's records from his supporting officer and scanned them over. "Your name is Shaniqua Terrell."

Damian said nothing.

"And you're an African American ..."

Damian sniffed.

"… woman …" Bellick looked over him inquisitively. "Who's six foot four."

Damian was still looking up at him from the floor.

"And also part of the NWA rap group okay excuse me for two seconds." Bellick scooted over next to Jason and twitched his lips towards Jason's ear. "Alright Todd you might be onto something."

"What gave it away?" Jason said sardonically.

"Well if you must know Todd, I was part of the NWA rap group for three years, and we took over Manhattan with our sick bars."

"You just …" Jason rubbed his forehead. "Alright fine whatever … you also rap … apparently … just arrest …"

"I don't rap Todd, I flow."

"Just take him away, Bellick!"

Bellick rolled over to Damian. "Soo as Todd has raised a query, we're going to have to put you into lock-up until your story checks out."

Damian growled.

"Now don't get me wrong Shaniqua," Bellick started, "I believe you. It's just Todd … he doesn't believe you were part of a rap group that made five triple platinum albums and did three world tours over the course of three years."

Damian stared up at Bellick. "I'll just break out and into Todd's cell."

"Well I highly doubt that, you Zulu-looking freak," Bellick said, "we have reinforced steel doors and thirty feet of concrete walls."

"And if I do?"

"Then ah - you can stay in Todd's cell, I suppose."

Jason closed his eyes. "No why would you give him that option … "

"Challenge accepted." Damian had an overstretched grin on his face, like he was some kind of nightmare Cheshire Cat.

Bellick visibly shivered. "Okay take him away from me now."

The two officers promptly escorted Damian away from the rest.

Bellick was rubbing his own nipples. "I'm not really sure why but that whole encounter was so scary that it actually turned me on." He snapped towards the prisoners. "Alright so living arrangements! Richard Grayson."

"Yes sir!" Dick said with an enthusiastic salute.

"You're to be staying with Todd."

"Yes!" Dick shouted.

"No!" Jason cried. Alright that was the final straw. Jason head butted Bellick and then he sprinted out into the desert in zigzags, jumping up and down and yelling 'you'll never take me alive' and 'fuck you Grayson!'. He was promptly tased until he was dribbling and then brought back by two guards. "Fuck," he said, "I was really hoping that would work this time."

Dick turned to him with a 'barely-able-to-hold-his-excitement' face. "You and me are gonna be best buddies in a cell for the rest of our lives!"

Jason vomited onto the floor.

"And then after that, we can break out!"

"Well that doesn't sound too -" Jason vomited again. "Urh, that taser. Okay, whatever. You already found me so fuck it, let's break out Oh God stop hugging me!"

-cries at Kendrick's deep lyrics-
Oh my God the man is a genius.
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